I rarely have dreams about racing my bike. Last night my brain conjured up a bike racing nightmare.
The dream began with Nate and I driving before sunrise to a road race in the middle of nowhere central California. As the sun crept over the horizon, I noticed the shadow cast from the bikes strapped to the roof of the car onto the pavement below. I counted two total bikes. One had a set of drop bars, and one a set of flat bars. Shit, I had brought my mountain bike. Knobby tires and all. Not a good way to start a road race.
With a little help from his team...
On a chilly Saturday morning at the end of September, seven riders from the Cyclepaths/Wild Cherries Racing team rolled up to start line for the last road race of the season. 72 miles around Lake Tahoe, with two goals; win the race and break the current record (3 hours and 1 minute).
As planned, Nate Freed won and broke the record. We also made it onto the front page of the local paper, which has a full account of our exploits.
